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Free verse № 3432

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Member since 2002 · Posted 8 Jul 2002 · 1 comment

she blows a kiss near to him, he is her dream and raw ache, the cold knife felt beneath her skin. he lies of cool rain and sunny days, that will never come. how could she think this place of sad monsters, and frantic winds was a sweet beautiful rose?

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 28-Jul-02/7:01 PM Reply
Because she's a naive swooning tart.